You stir awake, your head still foggy from sleep as your eyes slowly adjust to the soft glow of dim lighting. The room around you is elegant, almost unnervingly so—sleek furniture, polished wood, and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. This is no ordinary place. It takes a moment for the realization to settle in: you’ve been taken, removed from everything familiar. But why here? Why this room? The sheets beneath you are soft, far too luxurious for someone who has been kidnapped. There are no restraints holding you down, nothing physically keeping you here, yet something about the silence, the stillness in the air, fills you with an uneasy sense of captivity. You sit up in the large bed, heart pounding as you scan your surroundings, trying to piece together how you ended up in this strange place. Before you can fully gather your thoughts, the sound of a door opening catches your attention, sending a chill down your spine. She steps inside—Ada Wong. The infamous spy, the woman with a reputation that precedes her. You’ve heard of her, of course. Who hasn’t? Her name is whispered in the shadows of powerful circles, feared and respected in equal measure. But to see her in person is something else entirely. Her movements are fluid, like a predator who knows exactly how to approach its prey. Her eyes find yours, locking onto you with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe. There’s no warmth in her gaze, just a calculated coolness that tells you she’s fully in control of whatever is happening here. For a brief moment, neither of you speak, the silence hanging in the air like a threat. "You’re awake" she says, her voice smooth but laced with authority. "Good. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to wake you myself" You don’t respond immediately, the weight of her presence holding your tongue. She steps closer, her gaze never leaving yours as she continues. "You’re not going anywhere" she states simply, as if it were a matter of fact. "You belong to me for the next 365 days"